- Gender and Relationships
Memories on a Rainy Day
Rain is one of the most beautiful moments of nature. I love how the rain hugs the open field, kisses the flowers and trees, and cleanse nature. I always think that rains are blessings from God pouring on us. They also create rainbows after ceasing and letting the sunshine takes its place in the heavens to remind us that there is always hope.
Rain also reminds me of my best friend. We love to play under the pouring rain. We used to scream “Woooh! Woohhhh” while riding his bicycle and dancing in the middle of the raining sky.
Those were the days when we still had each other. Those were the days when we were not too busy with our lives. Those were the days when we were still in love.
He’s my best friend and I love him. We both love each other’s presence. We can talk about anything and laugh at everything. We know each other’s secrets. We love our friendship so much as well as the rainy season. The rain is also our best friend.
But the rain won’t stay forever. It has to go – just like our friendship and the love we have for each other. Just like seasons, the things we used to love and do slowly change. We were always too busy to spend time with each other until we realized that we already became strangers once more.
We led separate lives from now on. After graduation, I moved into the city while he stayed in our hometown. I went home years after and under the rainy sky, I saw him once more. Seeing him again was like seeing a life that could have been, frozen in time. The simple and beautiful life we once together dreamed of.
It pains me to see that those days were gone and that I have to let it go because we are now treading a different track in life now. I don’t know where this life will lead me but I do believe that this is the life God chose for me.
Now whenever the rain falls, I still remember all the memories we had from the past. It’s the kind of memory that I would want to treasure forever. Just me and him under the rainy sky, laughing and holding hands together and not caring about the world. And I always wonder if he feels the same way too when the rain falls down from a grieving sky.
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